Give the money to my mother,
she'll protect it from my brother;
my little words to my best friends
they all indulge when I pretend.
Anything pretty to the girls
(except for those Majorcan pearls).
My eyes and knees no one would want
they never were that elegant,
my last loved one can have my tongue,
infamous and gentle gun.
My brain and heart? Well, let's be fair,
I lost them with my underwear.
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